ownership

who really owns your life? is it yours to do with what you wish? or do you have to play it by a certain script?

right now, i feel like i'm part of another chess game, as i have just recently decided not to go back to diliman for the same reasons i came there the first time. it's annoying, really, finding this little pang of sadness whenever i think that i won't be there when they expect me... a little more sadness to think that i will most probably not be back in my so promised 6 (now down to 5, actually) months. that i didn't say i will be there for the little event for the simple reason that i won't be.

goodbye was meant to be so much simpler than what I have to do... they just didn't want to take this seriously...

5 years in diliman, and i still have this piece of fishbone in my throat that said i didn't spend it the way i wanted it. it was supposed to be freedom, but i still played by the rules i've always followed my entire life... and now look at me, the avatar of pure regret. wishing he could take back those 5 years and build it up differently.

but life is the way it is, and what's done can never be undone. and that's just the way it is.

reader, own your life